Partner

It's always nice to find a bunch of reviews when you're feeling sick. This has sat, waiting for me to finish it since... Sunday morning? I'm not feeling better. But having slept fourteen hours I felt mildly okay and decided to try and work on it. So I do hope you enjoy it and I do hope you forgive any miss spelling or errors. My brain thought relief was spelled releef and hips was hihls it was really bad. But I think I corrected those errors. If there's a two to too or read reed or such... you know where it came from.

Someone asked a few questions (and I think they were all the same person, but you'll have to forgive me that I don't recall the name) Namesakes: is that the end? -Gods no. I've been meaning to look for Namesakes over the past couple of weeks, as there is a very specific symbol displayed in it that is currently part of Partners and it makes me giggle but I don't think anyone else understands. Namesakes is the story of Rava and Ayato throughout their lives, thus, it can never end. Just. Until I get better, it's been put on the backburner like everything else.
Sequel- is Rel Rava reborn and he was traded by Ayato? Ehm... no. Rel is an Aniege. Pure Aniege, which can happen when the LeAniege or DeAniege breed too closely. Like. Ressessive genes. Rava can never be Aniege. However, Rahl-ta doesn't play with Aniege, proper Aniege, besides Ayato, he likes to leave them be and encourage them to breed. The more Aniege there are, the higher chance that he can find Ayato easily and play with Ayato more often. Rava is often born to a ... S-something line, I can't recall through sick, but he tends to vary between all the people.
Partner- Will Mik and Paw get to interact with Rel and Mm again? -of course. Partners and Sequel "join" very shortly. Where either one side or the other will tell the story except for important moments.

The next update might not be until Thursday, or it might take longer. Unfortuantely this sick is absolutely draining me and with my Tuesday-Wednesday thing coming up I just don't think I'll have the energy to do anything besides sleep.

Read, Review and Enjoy




Mik set a third plant on the floor just as Paw walked into the nest room, butt naked. There were a few candles lit, four little tea lights and half a dozen larger, white candles that Paw had taken to lighting as a group. The significance of the number was not lost on Mik, though he had no idea what the colour stood for. He pulled the curtains shut tight before giving Paw his full attention.

“You look all clean and proper,” Mik muttered.

“I was shot,” Paw said, motioning to the spot, “Right there.”

“You were almost shot in the back, as well,” Mik reminded Paw.

The Sidhe frowned, “what? No. Only one shot.”

“Two. It was aimed at the middle of your back but it hit… something… a foot or so away from you. You. You didn’t do that?”

“No,” Paw gave a snort, “if insisting on speaking, then off with the clothing while speaking.”

Mik sighed and stripped off his shirt, “you aren’t the least bit concerned-”

“Concern is for later. Now is for fucking. Maybe words if Mik is good.”

Mik snorted, dropping his shirt to the side, “Right, I’ve a few questions for you… when you’re not panting and rubbing up against everything.”

“Not rubbing up against anything, not dry humping either. Though…” Paw cocked his head to the side, “might enjoy a popsicle.”

Mik unbuttoned his pants, considering the possibility, he ended up shrugging, “that depends. I mean… I’m people after all. I perform once and that’s it.”

“Stamina should be…” Paw sighed, “but not have muchly sex over past months. Too busy.”

“Exactly,” off went the pants and Mik bent to pull off his socks, “so. Not going to get more than once out of me.”

Paw wrinkled his nose, “Paw might have to go to Souse.”

“Well.. Strangely I’m okay with that, am I supposed to be okay?”

“People not okay, but Mik is strange.”

Paw waited patiently until Mik’s second sock had hit the floor before the Sidhe moved on Mik. Paw reached out and trailed his fingers down Mik’s chest, tracing the small, hint of abs that he had left from military training. He wasn’t leading a soft life, but it certainly wasn’t helping his muscle mass. The fingers moved from Mik’s abs and traced his hip bone. Even knowing what Paw was searching for, Mik flinched away when Paw’s fingers dug into the bundle of nerves.

He bit his lip, cutting off a moan as Paw pulled him close.

Paw’s lips pressed against his, arms wrapped around Mik’s chest. With a twist, of arm and body, Paw toppled them into the nest, managing to avoid banging themselves on the wooden frame. Paw ended up on top. He sat astride Mik and grinned down at the man.

“What are you planning?” Mik murmured, running his hands over Paw’s thighs, “can’t have me like that… you’re in the wrong position.”

The Sidhe’s grin grew wider. Paw leaned, capturing Mik’s lips in a kiss as one hand rubbed up and down Mik’s torso. He didn’t have to guess where the other was. A moment later the little pop of the lube bottle drew Mik’s attention downward even as Paw’s free hand pulled Mik’s chin upward so he couldn’t see. The cold of the lube dripped down him, warming an instant later. Paw capped the lube and tossed the bottle onto the floor and to the side. Careful fingers grazed up the side of Mik’s shaft, sending a shiver through the man.

“Neh?” Paw spread the lube around Mik, watching the man’s face for every reaction to the fingers, “Mik very quiet…”

Mik bit his lip for a moment, not certain he wanted to allow Paw to distract him, “I’m just… enjoying. Saving energy for later.”

Paw pressed his lips against Mik’s, fingers of one hand digging into Mik’s shoulder as the other was quickly wiped off on a cloth Paw kept nearby just for that. When both hands were digging into Mik’s flesh, Paw raised himself, looking downward as he positioned himself over Mik.

“Mik owes Paw,” Paw growled.

Meaning Paw wanted their positions reversed but decided that Mik wouldn’t exactly stand up to such treatment. Mik reached and pulled Paw into a long kiss.

“Yes, Mik does.”

And Mik knew instantly how to repay Paw. He grinned at the Sidhe.

Paw pushed down onto him, face screwing up in a grimace. His breath hitched in his throat as his nails dug painfully into Mik’s shoulders. A moment of pause, two, waiting for Paw to adjust was torment. Mik pulled the Sidhe into a kiss, hands wandering up and down Paw’s back. Paw made a sound at the back of his throat as Mik pulled him downward, a surprised, but not in a bad way, sound.

Down again and waiting as Mik trailed his fingers over that sensitive skin. Mik’s nails found a particularly sensitive spot and Paw leapt at the touch, forcing himself further down as he did so. The Sidhe mewled and bent his head. Mik knew the sudden shock of pain when he accidentally forced Paw deeper into himself than he had meant to, and he drew Paw’s head upward and gave the Sidhe’s forehead a reassuring kiss.

Down and down and when their hips finally met, both sighed in relief.

Paw took up a slow pace, pulling up until Mik was almost entirely withdrawn before sliding back down with a shudder. For some reason Paw leaned just a little backwards and repeated the motion. It seemed Paw was trying to crack his back - in the middle of sex- and was just as startled as Mik was when a mewl escaped his throat. The right angle to hit the right spot. When Paw tried to sit up, Mik dug his fingers into that sensitive spot along the hip, making Paw stay at that angle for the next thrust as well.

Mik panted as Paw moaned and mewled. The man tried not to get lost in the sensation, tried to just focus on Paw. But every time Paw moaned, Mik shuddered, the pressure built up in him.

“Please… Miiik.”

“Please what?”

“Faster,” Paw looked down at Mik with half-lidded eyes. So far away that he no longer recalled that he was the one on top.

As Paw rose for the next thrust, Mik grasped his hips and drew him down faster than Paw’s hips had been moving, thrusting up his own hips at the same time. Paw shuddered, clenching around Mik as he came. Mik shivered and pushed at Paw’s hips, urging the Sidhe to pull upward before Mik slammed him back down. The heat was too much, the pressure trickled out of Mik in that moment as he moaned.

Paw bent and captured Mik’s lips in his own, a long, slow kiss. At the end of the kiss, Paw pulled up and off of Mik and collapsed to the side, tugging a blanket over them.

Just as Souse walked into the room. The male glared about the room and then looked at Paw.

“You two were not the cause of the sex.”

“No.” Mik murmured, “Why?”

“Then news is true, Paw was shot?” Souse muttered.

“Yes…”

“Who fixed him?”

“Lillow.”

Souse’s eyes narrowed, “very well. When Paw wakes, then we will speak of his stupidity.”

“When he… but he just laid-” Mik turned to look at Paw, whose head was sitting on his shoulder, body curled around his.

The Sidhe was fast asleep. Tuckered out by his day.


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